But he called for our attention in the clubhouse before the game and outlined the situation. Not that the situation needed much outlining. Win, or go ...way. That was about it, and we all knew it."These guys are good!" Paul began, borrowing, probably inadvertently, the slogan of the Professional Golfers' Association. "They're not just good. They're better than us."I figured Paul had said that for its shock value. --Maybe we were supposed to all jump up and holler "No! No!"But nobody hollered.. “Cabot was my cellmate for the last seven years of my incarceration.”“Yeah, Darrell,” he said.“Oh,” said Berniece.Just then, we were interrupted. “Dad,” said Selena, coming up to us. She knew who Blue Top was though not his and my romantic history. She looked askance at the situation.“Bumped into each other just waiting on you,” I said.“Hi, Missus Sizemore,” said Blue Top. “Mister Cabot asked me to pass along his thanks for the help if we bumped into you.”“Oh, okay,” said Selena. “Dad did you. I slid out of Tasha and watched as a river of cum flooded between her swollen pussy lips and down onto Rockys thrusting cock, I smiled and shaked my head. "Keep up Rock"I said"looks like we aren't going out tonight". Rocky just grunted as he slowed his pace. I watched as his tip slid out of her open ass hole and back in easily. I got off the bed and grabbed Rocky by his legs, pulling him lower down the bed. Tasha stayed impaled on his thick member while her tongue danced with my girlfriends. I. Which I did. I entered the glass-panelled red box and simulated a telephone call, all the time watching for anything or anyone that would give cause for concern. It occurred to me that I was standing inside a goldfish bowl, and I could imagine the drivers of passing cars on witnessing the woman dressed in a leather mini-skirt and boots..."She's asking for it!" Which I was, up to a point. I decided it was time to return to my vehicle, a couple of hundred yards away. So far I had got away with.